How sad is it

With us, best friends

That only one of us

Can win

 

How shattering

How deeply dark

That one of us

Must play a part

 

One of us may smile

And one of us pretend

One of us, be happy

The other, be condemned

 

One of us may have our peace

The other, be in pieces

As one of us becomes a shell

The other’s joy increases

 

One may think that this is toxic

And one be none the wiser

Both just chasing what we want

Peace: the great divisor

 

And reading this, I’m sure it seems

We’re not best friends at all

For why would one of us find joy

In the other’s fall?

 

And why am I the one

Who’s chosen you for us, for years?

And when will it be your turn

To shed a couple tears?

 

And will there ever be a time

When we can both be happy?

Or will one of us always smile

The other in Uncanny Valley

 

They’re mutually exclusive

The things we want, my friend

You find your peace when I’m alive

And mine is when I’m dead